Well, rocks is my pillow,the cold ground is my bed.The highway is my homeso I might as well be dead.

Hard Luck Blues is a classic 1950 blues ballad. It's about a homeless man, abandoned by his friends and family, traveling from place to place. And, in classic blues fashion, it focuses on how he feels: his sadness, his pain, his depression.

I`m walkin` and walkin`seems I have no place to go.My mother's dead and gone,father throwed me from his door.

Homelessness harms the mind. It's hard to bear. It can bring out latent mental disorders, and it can make them worse when they're already there. And once that happens, it becomes even harder to make the decisions necessary to get your life back on track. It's not just a state -- it's a cycle. The 'blues' are part of that cycle, pulling people further down a road they don't want to travel.

I`m travelin` and travelin`seems the road has got no end.And I ain't got nobodyIn this mean old world to call my friend.

Mental health and homelessness aren't two different problems. They're two sides of the same coin. It's hard to keep a job and a house when you're suffering from a mental disorder. Once you've lost those things, the anxiety, depression, and stress of homelessness make your problems worse. The natural order of life -- going to work, paying bills, eating and sleeping well -- breaks down, making it even harder to think clearly.

I got so much troublesometimes I could cry.I'm gonna find my mother's grave,fall on the tombstone and die.